6- all of a sudden, for any reason, people attacked. Children, women, young heroes. Everybody was angry. Surrounding him, they throw him on the ground, beat him by sticks ad swords. He was nearly dead. People left. Older people. nodding their head,said nothing and slowly left the scene. Our Prophet was dying. He was wounded and the wounds were deep, bleeding. The night and dark covered the village. He was still on the ground. Covered by dust and dirt but, bleeding stopped. In dark, you could hear a sound, sound of walking on the sands, toward our prophets body. Moments later, you could see a young woman approached, and tightened a rope around our mans hands and dragging him, vanished in dark. Our prophet opened his eyes. No one knows how many days later. He found himself in a cave, alone, some breads and a bowl of milk beside him. He swallowed the bread and got some spirit. Drank some milk. Felt better. Hour later, he stood up and walked out, saw the village, and walked towards it, determined. On the way, he remembered the question YHWA had asked; -You know you will be wounded He replied; I will be Yhwa; you may die He said I know YHWA said no more. cl.ly/Z3iW
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